NEW YORK- Five friends gather in the South Ozone Park community on a Friday night to avoid the cliché of prom.
“I’d rather spend my last few days of high school with my close friends, rather than watch a bunch of people I’ve never spoken to dance like idiots all night.” Sharan Saini told reporters.
Best friends Devi Lall and Megan Persaud had been planning to avoid prom since their freshman year of high school, and quickly gained the support of three others within the next four years. “Prom is too expensive, my parents won’t mind if we do something smaller.” Karuna Kumari, another involved in the boycott, commented.
Not taking away from their daily routines, the girls planned to meet at Megan’s home in South Ozone Park to get ready after taking care of their responsibilities. They decided to dine out and come back to the home of Ms. Persaud for a birthday celebration.
Throughout the night the five proved to escape on cliché and fall into another. “We ended up acting like typical girls, from watching movies while popping popcorn, to having a crazy pillowfight.” Mili Ali states. “I’m going to miss my friends when I go away to college this Fall, I won’t have these crazy moments anymore.”
“It was the best night, because on Monday our friends that actually went to prom complained about how bad it was, and told us how much they wished they had done what we did.” Said Ms. Lall.
Every girl dreams of the perfect prom; beautiful dress, perfect hairdo, date, and limo to make it the “best night ever.” Well, I had a dress, I combed my hair, had four dates and an Altima. And in my opinion it WAS the best night ever.
Being the typical brown girls that we are, we wanted to have FUN on our prom night, yet we didn’t see the point in spending SO much money on just one night. With that in mind my friends and I created our own rendition of prom that was truly a night I will never forget.
Starting the day Mili and I went to school while Sharan, Devi, and Karuna went to work [coughdropoutscough] at the designated Senior Project area, Coler Goldwater Hospital. We had all planned to meet up at my house to get ready. Finally, at around four I had already done my hair when the others began to arrive. First to get there were Devi, Karuna, and Sharan, a few minutes later Mili arrived and Sharan’s cousin Sandeep to help us if we needed it.
We spent two long hours getting dressed up to meet Sharan’s standards, “Come on guys! This is prom, just because we’re not going doesn’t mean we can’t dress up”; and waited for my mother to come home and approve of us [there is probably an unspoken brown parent code…] before we could leave. After our ten minutes of surveillance, we piled into Sandeep’s car and drove off to a Chinese restaurant. After running to the building in the light rain, slipping around the floor of the restaurant in our heels and eating, we got back into the car and headed back to my house for part two of our night; with a quick pit stop at Walgreens, we picked up popcorn, ice cream, and soda to finish off the rest of our night.
When we got back at around ten the house looked different, it was full of food and my parents were…hiding in the basement. Soon after my dad knew we were home he left for work and my mom came upstairs and we took over the basement. For the first few hours we blasted music and danced around still clad in our dresses. By one, the chocolate covered coffee bean we had all consumed at dinner had worn off and almost all hyper-ness had ceased. We changes into our pajamas and made our beds for the night, Mili put the popcorn in the microwave while I set up the DVD player manually because she [Mili] took the remote to the kitchen so that we wouldn’t ruin the surprise she had for us. The opening menu of the DVD came on and we all got happy thinking we were going to watch Antique Bakery. When Mili came back into the living room and pressed play we were expecting the opening scene of an Asian movie, instead we saw ourselves, a slideshow of all the great moments we had ALL shared together within the past two years. After a half an hour of memory lane, Sharan wacked me on the head with a pillow, in shock I took mine and tried to smack her instead she ducked and I ended up smacking Mili, which then started a clichéd pillow fight. After it ended Mili pulled out another DVD she made, the first four episodes of Hana Kimi [Japanese drama based of a manga]. By three o’clock, one by one we each dropped off into dreamland.
I was woken up at five by the sound of the printer, making copies of my mom’s work. Disregarding it I looked around to see everyone was still sleeping, naturally I went back to sleep. Around seven my eyes opened again, this time I wasn’t the only one awake, Karuna and Mili were as well, Mili playing with the multiple iPods and Karuna watching dramas. After everyone was awake, we tidied up and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. We sat around the table eating, talking and laughing all day, at noon Devi and Sharan, the two that are always hungry, decided that it was lunchtime. Getting up, Mili, Devi, Sharan and began to cook [we left Karuna alone because we always force her to cook for us].
Finally, after cooking so long in the heat we were done and ready to eat, when Mili decided that she didn’t want lomein because she hated noodles. Informing her that she had to eat, she grudgingly took it and proceeded to make a noodle float by pouring Pepsi and ice into her plate. We laughed so hard that we couldn’t breathe; Sharan couldn’t take it anymore and fell onto the hardwood floor, rolling.
Sadly, at some point all good things must come to an end, it was time for the girls to go home. We cleaned up the kitchen and living room and went upstairs so that they could pack their things and go home. The adventure had ended for me.
0 comments:
Post a Comment